October 30th

“Mountains and all hills,
   fruit trees and all cedars!” Psalm 148:9

Autumn’s afternoon sun
through the orange, gold,
and red leaves forms
stained glass windows on
our lawns and porches,
the crunch of the drying
leaves as we hike through
the woods reminds us of
kids munching on popcorn,
the crisp morning air
billows the lace curtains
as if all creation was
taking a breath,
while we lie in bed
praising you for all
the marvelous gifts
of this changing season.

© 2026 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo: @Thom-Shuman

October 29th

What shall I return to the LORD
   for all his bounty to me?
I will lift up the cup of salvation
   and call on the name of the LORD,” Psalm 116:12-13

how?
i shall return your grace
you so extravagantly give to me
by being as generous
in sharing it with others.
i shall return your serenity
with which you swaddle me
by giving peace more
than just a once-in-awhile chance.
i shall return your justice
which was passed on to me
by those who sought it long ago
by demanding it for others
whose lives and voices are ignored.
i shall return your ineffable hope
which is often too overwhelming
to try to put into words but
i will try to make it a part
of my everyday conversations.

© 2026 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo: @Thom-Shuman

October 28th

"And I say, 'O that I had wings like a dove! 

   I would fly away and be at rest;
truly, I would flee far away;
   I would lodge in the wilderness;'" Psalm 55:6-7

like Frodo, we wish that
we did not have to live
in these perilous times,
yet here we are, by your grace.
so, may we seek to find
that piece of you in every person,
even those we are convinced
are empty of compassion.
may we never abandon our call
to be people of grace, of justice,
of peace, of including everyone.
may we try, as hard as it may be,
to never let the word hopeless
become a part of our vocabulary,
just as it has never been
a part of yours.


(c) Thom M. Shuman


Venmo: @Thom-Shuman

October 27th

“But this was very displeasing to Jonah, and he became angry.” Jonah 4:1

we hired you to play this role,
expect you to follow the script
as if it was filled with inerrant words,
simply punishing those we despise,
blessing everyone we approve,
and seeing everything through our eyes.
so, what’s with the attitude, God?
you improvise way too much—
loving all the wrong folks,
forgiving those we never would,
and always eager to share mercy
when we clearly indicate judgment.
no wonder we sit in the shade
of self-righteous indignation,
sulking because you keep messing up
but then that inconvenient Spirit whispers
so what if God’s epic failure
is loving those we find impossible,
welcoming those we push aside,
offering grace greater than our grudges?
help us to toss our script out the window,
open our rock-stubborn hearts,
and learn to love who you love,
even when it makes us
want to chew nails.

(c) 2026 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo: @Thom-Shuman

October 26th

“For I was envious of the arrogant;
   I saw the prosperity of the wicked.” Psalm 73:3

it really is so unfair—
we take one step forward,
stumble and end up two steps back
while those so-and-sos glide up
ladders of success as easily
as spreading butter on bread.
we see their groaning table,
plenty spilling from stuffed pockets,
laughter which diverts them from
the sights and cries of the poor.
have we gotten the way to life
wrong all our lives
as if compassion was the worst
investment we could ever make
in this world which rewards ruthlessness?
forgive us,
when we think what we possess
is the measure of your blessings
or mistake the shininess of gold
for the light of your grace.
the wicked may indeed prosper,
for a season or more,
but it is your love which
sustains through all time
and only your mercy
which makes us
and only your mercy
which should fill our portfolios.

(c) 2026 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo: @Thom-Shuman

October 25th

“But Jonah set out to flee to Tarshish from the presence of the Lord. He went down to Joppa and found a ship going to Tarshish; so he paid his fare and went on board, to go with them to Tarshish, away from the presence of the Lord.” Jonah 1:3

oh my, do we know the way to Tarshish—
it is programmed in our virtual maps,
it is number one in our speed dial,
we could get there with our eyes closed,
for it is anywhere but where
you long for us to go.
we dash into our to-do lists,
we lodge in our certain opinions,
we slide into our comfortable worship
hoping no one will mention the unlovable,
we cross to the other side of the street
to avoid that neighbor whose politics trouble us,
that stranger we eye warily,
the hungry with their cardboard signs,
the broken with tears that a whale
could swim in.
we travel as far as we can
from those who offend us,
those we just cannot bring ourselves
to offer forgiveness,
all who just weary us to death.
yet, you persist in calling us—
not to the safety the world offers
but into that gathering storm
where compassion waits,
where grace has our name on it,
where your love will drench us.
so, when we go to the travel agent
to book a cruise away from your heart,
turn us around, that we might discover
those we think we need to flee from
are the very ones through whom
you are running toward us.

(c) 2026 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo: @Thom-Shuman

October 24th

“Woe is me! For I have become like one who,
   after the summer fruit has been gathered,
after the vintage has been gleaned,
   finds no cluster to eat;
there is no first-ripe fig for which I hunger.” Micah 7:1

that hollow ache is deep in us—
for just a little peace for frazzled fears,
kindness to soften anger’s voices,
that truth not yet twisted to feed
the egos of the politicians.
we hunger for bread
yet the world’s tables groan with plenty
we yearn for justice while
the powerful devour privilege,
we long for relationships while
scrolling past the lonely hoping
someone will notice us
this ache, this emptiness, this
hunger is older than any prophet—
searching for fruit among empty branches
maybe the world does have
more than enough to feed us,
but we seek that which truly
nourishes our famished souls,
so come, all who are hungry
to God’s table with the bread of mercy,
cups overflowing with justice,
and love never reaches
a use-by date.

(c) 2026 Thom M. Shuman

Venmo: @Thom-Shuman